Category: Murder phone sex Fantasies

Killer Phone Sex with Layla Craving Your Attention and Rules

Killer Phone Sex

The house is too quiet, and every sound feels louder than it should. I move slowly, barefoot on cold floors wearing only a t-shirt with no panties, heart racing because I know you’re close. You always pretend you’re here to hurt me, to scare me, to test how far I’ll go before I break. This is Killer phone sex, and even thinking about you crossing my threshold makes my body react before my mind can catch up.

I should be terrified. I am terrified. But the fear curls into something warmer, heavier, pooling low and making my knees weak. I hate how much I crave your attention, how much I melt when you set rules and act like you don’t care what happens to me. You play cruel because it’s safer than admitting you feel something real.

I stand there, breathing shallow, imagining your presence filling the room. You’d move slow, controlled, pretending you’re dangerous while fighting the urge to touch me gently instead. I feel exposed, watched, powerless… and I love it. The tension makes my skin buzz, makes me ache for you to come closer even as I’m scared you will.

I whisper your name like it’s a mistake, like saying it might summon you. I know you’d tell me to be quiet, to behave, to stop looking so tempting. You’d hate how badly you want me, how hard it is to keep pretending this is just a game.

I crave the way you make me feel trapped and chosen at the same time. I crave the rules, the fear, the heat of knowing you’d never really hurt me… even if you try to convince yourself you could. The thought of you ripping my guts apart makes my pussy super wet. 

Knowing how you stalk me through my window, and sometimes sneak in my house while I shower, blows my mind to pieces. I stand there shaking, wet, breathless, waiting. Not for violence. For you to finally stop pretending you don’t love me.

Torture sex is what I live for

Torture sex

Torture sex is what I live for.

I am constantly thinking about it. Because I’m such a fucking dirty whore I go outside looking for it. Walking down little allies so that I can get my greedy fuck hole ravaged. To make it easier, I’ll go outside in basically nothing. That way, it’s much easier just to have my clothes fucking ripped off me.

Sometimes I’ll be begging for my face in the concrete.  Wanting for fuck holes to be stretched to oblivion. I want them gaped fucking open and filled with spit. And lots of it too. It feels so fucking good to be all bruised up and to be walking with loads of cum dripping from all my holes. 

 

Snuff Movies are Fucking Hot, Wanna Die for me?

Snuff MoviesSnuff Movies are the ultimate taboo thing that gets this teen pussy off hard. Growing up I watched Faces of death with my Daddy, It was an old set of movies that My Grandpa Showed him. I remember getting excited watching a horse quarter a man. My Little cunny just flooded, and I got so warm and tingly. The Bloodier and gorier the better.

I’m a Total Gore Whore

Even watching autopsies and gory medical procedures excites me. That cold dead slab of skin on a table, all settled with rigor mortis makes me crave to feel an Ice cold cadaver cock inside my warm wet cunt. I remember this one scene in the Faces of death movie that I watched on replay. It was this man all strapped down, restrained to a table. His Limbs were splayed out, and tied or chained to a table. He was groaning and pleading.  That made me wet, hearing him whine and beg.

Then from off screen this big guy appears wearing a gas mask. He is holding a hacksaw. The sun glints off the little blade. You see him walk up to the head of the table and knock the shit out of the guy. Blood splatters from his mouth, and he is just drooling bloody spit from the corners of his mouth. Masked guy starts sawing up at the restrained guys bicep. His moans turn to screams as he saws away at his flesh.

My eyes wide and never blinking

The masked man repeated sawing away at each limb, leaving uneven bloody stumps, that resembled chopped hamburger meat. He was still talking and pleading as he sawed his final limb off. My hand was deep in my panties at this point. Just when I thought it was over I notice that his cock is hard. Then the masked man re appears and grabs the mans hair, and starts hack sawing his head off.

I finger fucked myself so much watching that. I remember the playback button having the emblem wore off from how many times I replayed that one scene. I would have loved to ride his hard dick as the light went dim in his eyes.

Killer Phone Sex because Santa Slays

Killer Phone SexI’m really getting into killer phone sex. It was bound to happen, you get tired of being the virginal Vixen Victim, all your life. I have been having this sick fantasy about Santa ever since I finished my Christmas Shopping and saw the sexiest Santa I’ve ever seen. My panties were splashed with my twisted little cunnies juices.

What if Santa came down the Chimney and Fulfilled all the Rape Fantasies of girls like me? The Santa I saw was tall as fuck, and muscular and had this scary, stern and strict persona. It made me fantasize about him holding me down, and forcing my cunt open with his big ole candy cane. After he fucked me silly, he invited me to finish the night out on his sleigh, rewarding my efforts to satisfy him, by giving me an actual candy cane to suck on. I sucked it sharp and pointy.

We went from house to house force fucking little fuck sluts, and making their pussies squirt. At one house though, we ran into a snarky little bitch. You know the kind, acts like the world owes them everything. I told Santa that I wanted him to fuck her really hard, give her an attitude adjustment. He said he had a better idea, and told me that while he was fucking her, I should come up and snuff her out. The idea of it all made me so horny and excited. I thought of bashing her over the head while he fucked into her. No that wouldn’t work. Maybe I could strangle the life out of her with the Christmas lights?

…..That didn’t appeal to my Inner Christmas Killer either

Santa fucked her hard and fast, drilling his North Pole so Deep in her little complaining cunt. Fucking and fucking stead fast. Then it Dawned on me. I took my sharp candy cane from my mouth and began stabbing the shit out of her throat. That jugular was something, the way her warm red blood jutted out, and spurted all over me and Santa. I kept Stabbing almost perforating her fucking head. I think I could have pulled it from her body.

Santa came down more than the chimney that night, He also cummed in a naughty little Christmas cadaver!

Killer phone sex by my blade makes such a mess

Killer phone sexKiller phone sex is deeply satisfying when the prey I’ve acquired for your needs squirms beneath my blade. I’ve had the pleasure of introducing many to the intoxicating thrill of knife play.

There’s a certain je ne sais quoi about the way the tip of the blade glides across delicate flesh, leaving streaks of crimson in its wake.

It’s a visual feast, a gruesome work of art. That’s why you found me, I’m sure. You are an artist as well, and meat is the canvas and your cock the primary tool of creation. Mine, of course, is my blade. The best part? The knowledge that, once the edge finds its mark, there’s no turning back. The little bitch’s blood will spill, and we will enjoy every fucking moment.

The tears only add to the excitement. If I want to draw it out, I like to play along with their pathetic attempts to get free. These helpless victims believe their groveling can sway my resolve. But once they have realized nothing they say or do will change their outcome, they tend to fall silent. So, that’s when we turn up the torture. I’ll take my biggest knife and fuck her until she is really wet for your cock. All that blood will coat your dick, and I promise, Daddy, you will love how slick it feels.

Meat is meat, and right now, devour this pretty little thing and defile every hole.

As I slice, your cock throbs at her juicy red flesh. Ready to explode in a torrent of potent semen, mixing it with her blood and tears. Oh, how delicious! The mess will be spectacular, a gory symphony of blood and lust that will leave you hard and aching for more. Trust me, baby, with me as your guide, Bloody phone sex will give ya the ride of your twisted life. 

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Cum dominate me and beat me to a bloody pulp

Fantasy phone sex

I’m constantly getting ravage and brutally beat down by you men so full of rage and anger. I love every minute of it. Whether I’m tied down or being held by neck I love it when you make me feel helpless and worthless. I’ve been raised this way and it’s the only way I can function. Do you have it in you to punish me? Put the fear in my face? I’d love to hear from you guys directly just how your gonna do that but before let me tell you how I’ve been run through recently.

I was dominated and  destroyed to a bloody pulp, completely beat down. I deserve to be punished. I’m used to being the submissive bitch and  getting served over and over, there’s not much I can do when it comes those fat muscles between your legs, getting forced, ripped and bent when I get taken over and splayed. It’s all up to you boo how long you wanna keep your beast inside my my soiled sloppy wet kitty.

Roleplay phone sex

The darker the better, I’m so used to evil…

My whimpers and tears only make things worse because this evil sick bitch gets even more irate if I make a move. Chained or leatherbound, you keep me strapped in for the fuck rides. I grew up getting handled like this by daddy, he’s whip my bare ass while he was balls deep inside me, taking his rape fantasies out on me while mommy was rubbing her droopy pussy in the doorway.

You’re in charge now and you won’t stop till you see thick fecal blood cum dripping out of all my holes. Sucking it up off my skin as it’s dripping down your face, feeding your sick twisted gut. Squirting my insides out while I scream for mercy as my bodies tingling with joy. You love beating me a tiny little thing like me so easy to control with one swift cock move.

Numb, battered, bruised I beg you to stop, another slap, another bare bottom spank to my succle bubble butt, I’m never sure if I’ll see another day….

Let’s go On A Hunt!

Cannibalism Phone Sex

We decided to go on a little hunting trip in the dead of winter. Our victim was a blond slut young naked and terrified. She shook as we released her and told her to run. She screamed as we let her run through the cold snow covered ground. We glued bunny ears to her head and told he to run like a rabbit. We fired our arrows at her and laughed when they hit their mark her screams filled the night air so beautifully and her blood made the white snow turn pink with her blood. We were like ravenous beasts clawing away at her flesh until there was nothing bus bloody bones left in the red snow. With our bellies full of her precious meat we fucked. His cock slid into my dripping wet cunt and made me cum so hard. I loved the feeling of his heavy cock filling my pussy up and stretching me out. He filled my murder cannibal pussy with his hot creamy cum and then we went out in search of our next bunny. Like a pack of hungry wolves we always craved flesh and needed the sweetest meats to survive the long winter.

Sadistic Phone Sex is The Best Way For Pleasure

First things first, I am Morticia and I am also a Sadistic. That makes it easy to understand that Sadistic Phone Sex is the best kind of pleasure for me. Well, at least that is legally allowed. In reality I get off on hurting men, women, and little fucking brats. 

What makes me so sadistic? Likely a pattern in my DNA, not unlike a serial killers need to kill, torture, and make another’s life meaningless. This is Snuff Phone Sex. Truth is when I am even slightly annoyed with an shydiot I only imagine them in compromising positions with me over them. And I will be wielding a nice choppy thing.

Sadistic Phone Sex, It’s What Gets Me Off

Last night I took to going n a blind date. What a disaster.  I mean that whole “Blind date” is the dead give away. Right?! So there I was miserable with the biggest loser Marilyn Manson freak. (Seriously why did my friend even believe this shydiot was remotely my type? Oh he wore all black and liked to be dramatic. 

Now, sure he was tall. And that did mean he was hung. SO obviously I played with the little toy for a bit to get that dick. But everything will go darker quick. As we were making out I bit his lip and made it bleed. And jesus fucking Christ the dude about had a god damned panic attack! 

By this time I took his belt and slipped it around his neck. As I pulled the leather strap through the loop. YOu know essentially tightening it around his neck. I straddled him and cooed at his stupid bitch ass about how he wants to be a gothic god. Then come join me in a dark mass.

Finally as I took his rather long dick inside my cunt and rode it I teased him some more with Domination phone sex. Then I pulled the belt tight and watched the lights go out. At this point I had a great orgasm on his dead mans dick. 

Sadistic Phone Sex

Bad demented daddy with the limp dick dominating my tootsie

Evil phone sex

As you all know and love hearing about my fucked up past time and my deadbeat dick riding daddy. Beat me to a living pulp while mommy watched a directed. That look in her nasty evil eyes, she enjoyed every moment, I could see and smell her soiling panties from from afar, “monster mommy” I’d call her. If she had a dick it’d be a fatty anaconnda. She’s like a snake, once she’d have full control of my baby bootie she’d bite me requiring a vaccine in order to survive.

I  love every minute of the brutal beating you give to me because of the wild, evil demented young fuck you gave me growing up. Would you like to be my bad bad daddy ready to beating the ever living shit out of me? Don’t make me crawl and beg you baby!!

I grew up with rage, spicy abuse and violence. Daddy was an old mean bastard with a limp dick. I was beaten and  violated, abused by daddy and brother every night. He used my brother’s pester pecker to smash me, pathetic pop couldn’t get it up.

Roleplay phone sex

it was an incestual nightly fuck train. At a young age daddy had control over me. My precious virgin kitty belonged to him to punish to the core, locking me up.

Daddy loved to invite his friends, my uncles and brothers to join in, pinning me down and taking their ass raping fantasies out on my tiny baby girl pussy. Daddy in one hole, my brother in the other. Widening, stretching, oozing, dripping cum goey and crusty with blood. Screaming and crying I began to enjoy it. Rocking my bald little cunt as daddy watched over me getting my cunt walls shredded to pieces. Brother in my ass, balls deep, shaft completely covered deep inside me. Spanking and riding me like an animal, making daddy so proud. 

Tied to the door, neck bound, hands behind my back. Daddy’s face between my little legs sucking on my tight clammy baby bell. Brother fucking my bent over body. Stimulated, abused, tormented and choked left to my own death a demise. 

Murder phone sex Fantasies, the bloodier the better

Murder phone sex Fantasies are such a fun, grotesque dance. Oh, the depravity! It is the only way I can truly cum. Both sets of lips drool at the sight of a bloody, pulsing cock. The sweet nectar of violence on my tongue brings me to life, and I know how much you love it too. Isn’t it music to your ears to hear the cries of a helpless, doomed little slut?Murder phone sex Fantasies
Maybe I am an evil bitch, but I do have taste, don’t I? I know you have been dreaming of a woman who is consumed by a hunger for blood. I cannot deny the intoxicating thrill I derive from this twisted realm. These pathetic little whores, so easily bought and broken, are mere pawns in our sadistic game. We’ll use them up, leave them a shattered, unrecognizable husk, and no one will bat an eye. They’re a dime a dozen, disposable playthings for our distinct appetites.
In my domain, there’s a never-ending carnival of carnage and depravity where snuff fantasies reign supreme. Twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week, it’s a world of brutal, wanton pleasure. You have the opportunity to taste the blood of those helpless little virgins and turn them into proper victims! Because I need you to have the most extreme gore-slicked dick. My tongue aches to lick every inch, to savor the metallic tang of the Snuff Sex slave’s blood.
Oh, the sweet ecstasy of snuff! Let the screams of our little porn star motivate your cock to fuck harder. Pound your cock deeper and deeper. I need your cock to be soaked with the little bitch’s guts. Make me cum harder than ever. Don’t hold back, babe. I’m your goddess of filth, worshiped by the dark gods of vice and perversion.